One Step Forward Two Steps Back

So here we are back where we started. I know that we are lucky we had a place to come back to so I sound really bad to regret it. We tried so desperately hard to hang onto our own house but we just couldn't do it. The economy clamped down around us and just didn't let go. So we packed it all up and came back to my family's house with my mom and my older sons. I don't think anyone is happy about it. My husband feels like he let us down, as if he failed in his job as the man of the house, to provide for me and the boys and take care of us. My two youngest sons are not happy because they have to share a room and there are strangers living here who moved in to help my son pay the rent while we were gone for a year. My almost seventeen year old hates it here, all he can talk about is getting a job, saving his money, and moving out. I'm not happy. The situation here is far from ideal and it is hard to get used to after I had my own home for a year to clean, and decorate, and live as I pleased without having to worry about anyone else. Don't get me wrong. I love my mother, I love my sons. I am happy to be back where I can see them and spend time with them. We combined forces to make it easier for all of us to live. I have worked my butt off in the space that I have to make things homey and nice for everyone. Why then do I feel so sad?